_Pawnee_
O'er the prairie flits in ever widening circles the shadow of a
bird about me as I walk;
Upward turn my eyes, Kawas looks upon me, she turns with flapping
wings and far away she flies.
Round about a tree in ever widening circles an eagle flies, alert
watching o'er his nest;
Loudly whistles he, a challenge sending far, o'er the country wide
it echoes, there defying foes.